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Previously on Cagney and Lacey. love us to exploit father walks away empty you

may never hear from him again that would be nice oh you don't mean that don't

tell me what i mean hey i know what you're trying to do and i will not let

steal my son harry's my grandson you're still my daughter this guy is mr clean

had no record even if we get a rape conviction he'll probably walk damn it

my body he had no right this is not your family mister nobody needs you here i

asked him to come get out

Conservative enough?

We look good.

Formal.

I guess that's right.

Who knows how I should look.

The way I feel, I might as well be up there stark naked.

I know.

I bet the thought of looking hot makes me want to vomit.

I know.

No, you don't.

And that's okay.

You are doing the right thing, Christine. I know that.

You know it, too.

I guess so.

But I'm scared.

My heart is so loud.

My hands are like ice.

Feelings.

The mother tricked me.

Sergeant, nice to see you.

What do I send to set up? Sergeant, Mr. Gordon and I were just talking.

I'm sure you saw the papers this morning.

It's a shame how the press leaps on these things.

Mr. Potter didn't like his photograph.

How did you like yours?

Mr. Nettles, do you have a point you're trying to make here?

Simply there. Our offer is still open.

We would accept a lesser charge.

Most of the dirt that I deal with call that copying a plea.

Sergeant, this is your final chance to avoid the extreme embarrassment I most

certainly will put you through when you enter that room.

You're scared.

You don't stand a chance.

We'll see.

Shall we?

Good luck, my partner.

Thanks, Margot.

I've been keeping families in there an awful long time.

I don't mind going to court.

Keeps me off the streets.

I hate it.

They always make me feel stupid.

Victor, sit down. You're making me nervous.

There's a reason Nettles hasn't cross -examined me.

It's up to something.

You're right. I'll probably recall you when he presents the defense.

I don't like his eyes. They remind me of Charles Boyer's.

In Gasline, I was right to convince Ingrid Berkman that she's the crazy one.

Excuse me. I have to stop by my office.

I'll meet you at a quarter out.

What's the matter?

Something you ate?

Where's Harvey Jr.'s station?

Camp Lejeune.

You know that one on Murder Street Road?

She's in Gaslight also.

Mary Beth, on the TV, there's an unconfirmed report of a training

there.

Camp Lejeune? Yeah.

What happened?

A helicopter went down.

Nice going, Al.

It's unconfirmed, Mary Beth. There's thousands of kids at that camp.

Yeah, sure.

Says I'm sure Harvey Jr. at this very moment is happy as a pig in slop,

schlepping through mud with 50 pounds on his back. I'm sure you're right, and

I'm going to call the base and check.

I was supposed to call Harvey anyhow.

If he heard the news, he'll be worried.

Listen to me for one minute, operator.

It is a military base. They must have 100 phone lines there. I have been

for 11 minutes short of an hour. Now, how can they all be busy?

Uh -huh.

Uh -huh.

Well, thank you.

I didn't get through yet. Did you have any luck?

Yeah, I just got off the phone, Mary Beth. Did you talk to Harvey Jr.? No,

Harvey's unit is one of the ones taking part in the training exercise.

What did they say about the accident?

They confirmed the copter is missing, but they don't know yet exactly which

company the boys on board were from.

Well, what the hell kind of operation are they running down there? Stay calm,

Mary Beth. There's a lot of companies out there in the field.

Apparently there was a major storm and people got scattered all over the place.

They lost radio contact, so they have no way of knowing right now. When are they

going to know? They can't say.

I'll call Mom to pick up Alice so I can stay by the phone.

I love you, Mary Beth.

I love you, Horst.

Why don't you go on home, Mary Beth? I'm fine. We're going to be okay here.

Hobb knows where I am if there's any more news.

I'll call you to testify as soon as the session starts. Don't go far.

Come on, Sergeant. Let's get seated.

Thanks, Mary Beth.

These things happen all the time. He's fine.

You're right.

Thank you, Detective Lacey.

I have no further questions, Your Honor.

You've told us a very interesting story.

I tell the truth.

How long have you been Sergeant Cagney's partner?

Eight years and three months, sir.

Police partners tend to stand up for each other, isn't that true?

We have close working relationships, yes.

You go through thick and thin together, protect each other's lives, hang tough.

You do anything for each other, isn't that true?

Objection. The question is vague and ambiguous.

Sustained.

When was the last time you lied for your partner?

Objection.

Self

-defense

and hand -to -hand combat is part of the training that all police have. Women

must meet the same standards as men in terms of these physical skills.

Is that right?

As far as I know, sir.

Have Sergeant Cagney and you used those skills in your long partnership?

Yes, sir.

But every situation is different. You have to make on -the -spot judgments.

But you have been able to handle large men who were resisting arrest?

There were usually two of us, and on the job we carry our weapons.

That's a good point.

Now, Sergeant Cagney has testified that her gun was in her dresser just a few

feet away from her bed.

Did you ever ask her why, if she was really being raped, she didn't try to

it?

We are taught to evaluate... Would you please answer my question? No, sir, I

not ask her. Thank you. That answers my question.

I have nothing further.

The witness may step down.

I'm sorry, Chris.

Why? You were fine. Mr. Gordon. I didn't know.

I'll call you later.

State calls.

You too.

Dr. Simon Kingsley.

Hello? Honey, I'm on my way.

Okay, Mary Beth.

Car?

What?

I can hear something in your voice, Harvey. What is it?

Because of the storm, they don't know where everyone is yet, and they still

can't find the helicopter.

They don't know if Harvey was on it, but they do know he was carrying boys from

Harvey's company.

Okay.

That's okay.

I'm on my way.

Oh, my God.

Service stations around the country are reacting to yesterday's increase in the

price of crude oil.

Michael, would you? I can't see that way. Sit with your grandmother.

Come on, Michael. Buy me a baby. Gasoline prices shot up all over the

Just how high they will rise is yet unknown.

Harvey, get another channel.

It's the only national news. The rest is all local TV.

Who cares about any of this? Is Harvey going to be on TV?

I don't think so, Michael. We just want to find out some news about the

accident. Honey, what is the matter with this set? The man said it was fixed.

I'll get it. Okay, I'm up.

I'll go.

Ma 'am,

are you Mrs. Harvey Lacey?

I listened to what the captain said.

They can't reach the plane site.

And Harvey is unaccounted for. That is all, Mary Beth.

Don't start anything. This water is not hot enough. This thing is not clean.

This is bright, Harvey.

I'm taking her up to bed.

Sweetheart. Sweetheart.

Want to kiss Mommy goodnight?

Sure you do.

There you go.

Goodnight, Mommy.

I'll tuck her in bed later.

Thank you, Muriel.

Goodnight,

sweetheart.

I'll see you in a minute, Mom.

Mary Beth, not with your hands.

Don't look at me, Harvey. I can't.

Mom?

Aunt Christina's here.

I called her.

Mom,

I'd better go and see her.

What do you say we go upstairs and, uh, and Tucker and Alice, huh?

How you doing, partner?

Not so good.

Hi, Harvey. Hi, Chris.

Night, Michael. Night.

Mom, you coming up later? Come on, my dear. Let's go.

Harvey says there's nothing for sure that all you know is... I was

about what his body felt like when he was a baby.

He was solid, Christine. Solid little arms. You know, Alice is soft, you know.

But Harvey Jr.'s arms around my neck when he was little was the sweetest

feeling.

But then he turned into a string bean.

He was lucky, though. He never had to go through bad skin.

Never had a pimple. See, I had them and Harvey had them, but Harvey Jr. never

did.

Never did.

He was all arms and legs, of course, but his face was always clear.

Charlie, I always used to say, Chrissy, don't worry about anything until you're

sure you have something to worry about.

What is going on downtown?

How is the trial going?

Oh, forget the trial. Mary Beth, listen to me. Until you have undeniable proof,

don't go in the morning.

It's a waste of time. Please, I can't use your AA philosophy now. Okay.

What's AA?

Come on, common sense.

Until... When you know for sure, then... You deal with it as a fact.

Do me a favor, Christine.

Sure. Don't talk, please.

I don't want to talk.

Okay.

I'd like to sit with you a while.

What do you say?

Sweetheart, we don't know. We have to hope, and we have to believe that

going to find Harvey.

You know, when I was in the Army, there were lots of guys who were reported

missing, and they finally waltzed into the base. They got separated from the

company. They were misidentified.

It was something, you know?

Christine went home.

Michael, put on your pajamas and sleep.

Mom, Dad says they're going to find Harvey.

You think they're going to find Harvey? You think he's coming back? Mom, do you

think Harvey's dead?

Shut up. Shut up, Michael.

You shut up, Mary Beth.

You hear me?

You keep your mouth shut and don't you ever lay a hand on my son again.

Do you hear me?

He said you were going for a walk four hours ago.

I looked everywhere.

I even woke up to people downstairs in our old apartment.

All those times we couldn't find him, Harvey Jr. used to hide up here.

I always thought that he went to Ronnie Aquino's apartment.

His favorite place was over there by the chimney.

He told me that the day we moved away from here.

I can't remember ever hitting Michael before tonight.

But somehow, it was okay for me to give Hoff Jr. a snack, you know, push him

around.

One time, when he was three, I was working a double shift on a murder.

And I came home.

He was still at work.

And Muriel had to go.

And I was gone.

Beat.

And he wouldn't go to sleep.

And he wouldn't go to sleep.

And I went in his room, right downstairs there, and I hit him real hard.

I didn't mean to. I didn't want to.

I didn't know what else to do.

I said I was sorry a hundred times.

But the look in his eyes... I'll never forget it.

God is punishing me for that.

And for everything else.

Come home, Mary Beth.

I shouldn't be around anybody.

It's not good for people to be around me.

Don't, Harvey, please don't touch because you could catch it.

The killer touch.

The one that kills her babies. Stop it, Mary Beth.

I can't stop anything.

Harvey, missing means dead.

Missing. It means they didn't find his body yet. That's what missing means.

God has taken my son because he's punishing me. That's crazy.

I want it all.

You and the job and the kids and the house and the college education and the

microwave.

Greedy.

Greedy like the fisherman's wife in that story, that kid's story where there's a

magic fish and he gives her three wishes and first...

She wants out of the hobble.

And then she wishes for a palace.

And then she wants to be God.

Bang.

She's back in the hobble, Harvey.

She wanted too much.

So did I. That's why God has taken my boy.

No one has taken anybody, Mary Beth.

All we know is Harvey is missing.

I know.

The mother knows.

My son is dead.

No. Don't make him dead.

There's hope.

There's prayers.

There's facts. Facts. I have facts. I never made it to a sixth grade

I punished him when the teacher said that he had been cheating, but he

You, you, you. What am I, invisible?

How about the rest of the family?

You think you're the only one scared here? I will not let you make him dead.

Go home, Harvey.

Because you're okay. You're alive.

I could kill you too, Harvey. It's me. See, there's something sour about me.

I did it.

And I smell of death.

No. No.

No!

No! No!

No! No!

I don't know what to say to you, Mary Beth.

i'm going back to michael and alice i don't need this talk about death all my

kids are still alive

I'm sorry I know it's early.

Hope I didn't wake the whole household.

I was up.

It's too hard waiting alone.

Should I wait with you?

Maybe you want to keep your coat. It's cold.

The fire went out.

Oh, no.

I'm all right.

How about you?

Are you all right?

No, I'm not.

My coffee.

Yes, as a matter of fact, I'd love some.

Two sugar.

You remember.

We first met at a French film festival, which was rather erotic.

And apparently it aroused her.

Because when we finally went to dinner, she kept bringing it up and asking me if

it had aroused me also.

She talked a lot about sex.

Did she talk about anything else?

She talked about her father, who had died recently, and about how much she

missed him, missed having a man in her life.

She also talked about her drinking problem.

Would you say she was

emotionally vulnerable?

Yes. She bared her soul to me. She's a very sensitive person.

Objection. The witness is drawing a conclusion.

Overruled.

Continue. Right.

Tell us what happened when you got back to her apartment.

She was totally uninhibited.

I mean, very seductive. I'd never seen anything like it. She took off all my

clothes.

And then what happened?

We went to bed.

It wasn't as good as I had expected, but I thanked her anyway, and I told her

that I had a big day tomorrow and that I had to go.

And what did Sergeant Cagney do?

She asked me to stay.

She said that she needed a man to see her through the night.

And when I said I couldn't... She pleaded, and she got angry.

And she said, you used me.

You're like all the others.

And then she attacked me.

We struggled. She's very strong, and I finally managed to get away and leave.

No further questions.

Mr. Gordon.

Here, throw it out.

Mr. Potter, I'm sure we all found that very dramatic.

But isn't it true that's not exactly the story you told when you were first

apprehended?

I didn't go into the details because I wanted to spare us both the

embarrassment. Isn't it a fact that you claimed that Sergeant Cagney was drunk?

Yes. Isn't it also a fact that sometime later you learned of a blood test?

which proved that she hadn't had any alcohol, and that this new knowledge led

directly to you changing your story.

My first assumption may have been incorrect, but given her history with

it was the only explanation I could think of for her whorish behavior.

Christine? Yeah.

Any news?

No, nothing.

Are you okay?

How's it going down there?

Uh, it's coming along. We'll see.

Uh, who's there with you?

Muriel.

And Mrs. Bishke.

Who?

My father.

Good. That's a matter of opinion.

Look, I'll be there as soon as this is over, all right? You hold down the fort,

partner. Yeah.

I'll take it.

So, you admit you're an alcoholic.

I'm a recovering alcoholic.

I'm in Alcoholics Anonymous.

I've not had a drink in eight months.

But you had a drinking problem before you joined AA.

Objection. This is irrelevant.

If your honor will allow me, my line of questioning will soon be clear.

You may continue.

The witness will answer the question.

Yes, that's why I joined.

How long did you have this drinking problem?

I don't know exactly.

Well, before you joined AA, did anyone ever point out to you that you had a

problem? Yes. And did you believe them?

No. Isn't that what is called in AA being in denial?

Yes, it is.

Most alcoholics do that.

So you lived for some time in denial. You didn't want to face the fact that

had a drinking problem. Isn't that correct?

I suppose it is. Just as you didn't want to admit that you had consented to sex

with my client.

Objection. I did not consent. I was raped.

and times are good. Thank you. The contract fly.

Other times you could die on a vine.

I know.

Last year's market crash brought us to our knees.

We're just beginning to come back.

I spoke with Harvey Jr. just last week.

Oh, yeah?

Talked about you a lot.

And Mary Beth.

Your ears must have been burning.

Talked about how much he loved you both.

You guys really did a good job with him.

Excuse me.

He's a good kid.

This is hell for her.

If he was holding you down, didn't it cross your mind to read it?

I've said it a hundred times.

He was threatening to kill me.

But he didn't have a weapon. And you had a gun in your dresser nearby.

He was very strong.

And I had made the judgment not to risk my life. Did you think that you'd been

raped when Mr. Potter left your apartment?

Or did you decide that sometime later?

When you're being raped, you know it. If someone had robbed you in your

apartment and then just walked away from you, wouldn't you get your gun and go

after them?

I suppose I would. But you didn't do anything when Mr. Potter left.

Well, you see, there's a difference between robbery and rape.

Aside from the shock and the trauma, there's also a difference.

about how a rape victim is treated.

And I did not know if I was willing to go through the abuse and the humiliation

that goes along with reporting a rape.

So your fear of the legal system prevented your going for your gun?

Would you have been happier if I'd shot him? Would you?

He belongs in jail.

No further questions.

Mr. Gordon?

Sergeant Cagney, you knew the cost of reporting this type of crime.

The effect on your career, the adverse publicity, the effect of being put on

trial even though you're the victim. Isn't that correct?

I was painfully aware of how high the cost would be to me.

And yet, despite all this knowledge, you still decided to bring these charges.

Can you tell us why?

I thought of the women that I had cajoled into coming forward with phony

reassurances that everything would be all right.

And I thought about my career.

I'm going to be on the police force for the rest of my professional life.

And I didn't know how I could ever ask a woman to testify against a

piece of dirt who had raped her if I

didn't have the courage to go through with it myself.

What is it you want?

I will give anything.

Please give me back my son.

Michael.

What I'm really looking forward to is Harvey Jr. is going to visit me down in

Arizona. I can't wait.

Good for you.

Good for both of you.

Oh, excuse me.

Nothing yet, huh?

Maybe later today, the D .A. said. Whatever.

Whatever, Christine, this is crucial. It's important to your future.

Mary Beth, please. No, forget about it right now. All right? They said they'd

call if a verdict came in.

How you doing?

Well, we're floating along, hoping for the best, Sergeant King.

You know about hope, Christine, don't you?

The thing that little kids feed on at Christmas time. Mary Beth.

No, I'm serious, Harv.

Hope is the thing with feathers.

I learned that at college, taking time away from my family.

I hated that poem, Hope is the thing with feathers.

Blows away.

You know what I mean, Mrs. Bishke, don't you?

That's not what I meant.

Forget about hope.

Doesn't do you a damn bit of good.

I'll get coffee.

We need fresh coffee.

Have time, partner.

It can be tougher.

I thought I was braver than this.

I thought I was so solid.

I also thought I was a good mother.

Mary Beth. The thing I wanted to be most in this world was a good mother. You

did the best you could with what you knew then. Not good enough.

No one could have asked any more.

Not good enough.

Mary Beth, guilt goes nowhere.

This is something I have learned. It paralyzes.

Just forget about it.

It's eating me, Chris.

I know.

I know it is. And Mary Beth, even you are not that powerful.

You did nothing to make this happen.

Remember Jackie Kennedy with her little pillbox hat and her bloodstained suit?

She stood up so tall.

Remember that?

She never slumped.

She looked so dignified. That's enough. Quit it.

Harvey Jr. is alive until proven otherwise.

I know what I'm saying. No, you don't.

Charlie was right. Unless it's signed, sealed, and delivered, forget about it.

It doesn't mean anything.

No offense, Christine, but your father was not the be -all and the end -all

it came to wisdom. That's true. My father was not perfect.

And neither is yours. So what? He's Harvey's grandfather.

Now give him a break. Back off, Christine.

Give the guy a chance.

Huh? And I've been talking to him. No, I don't want to hear it. You have no

right talking to Mr. Spitzky.

What is this Mr.

Spitzky bit?

And he is not your son's pen pal. He is dad.

He's pop.

He's father. I don't care, Mary Beth.

Whether you want to admit it or not, the man is your father.

I can't.

I can't.

You gotta forgive him sometime, Mary Beth.

Or you're gonna be stuck in this place forever.

Now, he did the best he knew how at the time, too. Just like you.

It's too hard.

But do it.

When he left me, it was like...

A big door closed shut.

And I have tried in my life to open it.

But a part of it is still... You can change all that now, though.

You're sure you need each other now more than ever.

I can't.

Oh, please, Mary Beth.

Make up with him before it's too late. I know what I'm talking about.

There's so much that I wish I could say to Charlie.

Hello?

Yeah?

Nothing yet, Lieutenant.

Thanks.

She's right here.

Chris, it's for you.

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Yeah?

Thank you.

Yeah, thank you.

All right.

I'll talk to you later.

Goodbye.

It's over.

You'll see.

Oh, I'm so glad.

That's what's going to jail.

Great going, Chris.

Still work to be done on the roof.

There's the chimney damper.

It never ends.

Well, the house looks great. Harvey, you and Mary Beth have done a dynamite job.

Yeah.

I'll clear the dishes.

Let me go.

Martin, would you want to help me?

The coffee beans are in the freezer.

Martin, huh?

Yes.

Beats Mr.

Spisky.

It's going to take a while.

There's a lot of water under the bridge.

That's a crazy expression, isn't it?

I mean, of course there's water under the bridge.

Otherwise you wouldn't need a bridge, right?

I get it.

What I meant... We have so much to talk about, I don't know where to

begin.

I know how much I hurt you.

If I could do it over again, I'd do it differently.

We don't get second chances.

Sometimes we do.

I can't be the daddy you needed when you were eight.

grown up.

I feel blessed to have you as a daughter, Mary Beth.

I'm afraid.

Afraid of what?

Of being left.

I'll never leave you again, I swear.

Never.

You bet. Yes.

You have good

hair.

Harvey Jr. has your hair.

Your side, I guess.

Mama's was always thin and wispy.

But Harvey Jr.'s was thick even when he was born.

When he was little, after his bath, I'd powder him down, put the pajamas with

the feet on, try and run a comb through.

He'd carry on like anything.

Thick like dirt.